To Be Yours Again By Taylor

Chapter 113

Chapter 113 I Never Look Back

Jenny finally escaped from Old Mr. Faust. Just as she was about to find an empty corner to rest, Alec came up to her. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

“I’m sorry about Grandpa. He’s…”

“I hope you didn’t think I was just joking with him,” Jenny said, stopping in her tracks. Alec paused. She continued, “When I said I would treat him like my grandfather, I meant it. I don’t mind it.”

“I might have taken that wrongly.” Alec felt helpless. He seemed to always be hapless in front of Jenny.

As if she had read his mind, Jenny smiled and said drily, “Even though I told Grandpa that I’d treat you like everyone else, there’s something I need you to know, Mr. Faust.”

“What?”

“I never look back,” she said.

That said, she turned and left. No matter what Alec was thinking, it had nothing to do with her.

In fact, Alec wasn’t angered by her words at all. He was just a little sad. He should have known that Jenny had told Old Mr. Faust a white lie.

Well, it was all his fault in the first place. He couldn’t blame it on anyone else.

As soon as Jenny sat down, Max appeared again and whispered, “Did Mr. Faust try and get you and Alec back together?”

“Yes.” There was no denying the obvious.

“So what do you think? Are you really going to get back with him?” If so, then he would be losing out on a lot of fun.

Jenny gave him a look. She knew exactly what he was thinking. “Don’t use our marriage as a bargaining chip against him.”

“I won’t,” Max laughed. “I’m just worried about you.”

“Really?” Now that would be a rare occasion.

“How can you be sure that Alec would appreciate you? He never did before. Look at how many women. have their eyes on him here. If you get back together with him again, you’ll be up to your ears in his mistresses and lovers.”

Jenny agreed with Max to an extent. She was perfectly fine living her own life, why would she cause trouble for herself?

It wasn’t like she liked Alec, anyway.

“That’s enough. You don’t have to stick your nose in our business.” Jenny stood up and headed toward the restroom.

In the distance, Yvonne’s friend saw her walking toward the restroom. “My chance is here.”

“What are you going to do?” Yvonne asked.

“You don’t need to know that. Just wait for her to embarrass herself,” her friend said as she walked over to the restroom too.

Yvonne looked anxious, but she didn’t really care.

What a dumbass.

If her friend was stupid enough to answer her every beck and call, then why did she need to worry about

her?

She sipped on her wine casually and waited for the show that she was promised. Her mood improved a

little.

When Yvonne’s friend entered the restroom, she didn’t see Jenny at first. She figured that Jenny was in one of the stalls.

She picked up a bucket of dirty water and crept toward one of the stalls.

This was the only stall with a locked door, so she figured that Jenny was inside.

She smiled victoriously. In her mind’s eye, she could already see how disgusted everyone would be when they saw Jenny drenched in dirty water.

Even the thought alone was vindication enough.

She lifted up the bucket and was preparing to dump it over the door when a voice sounded from the door.

“What are you doing?”

A loud thud sounded.

Yvonne’s friend was so shocked to see the person at the door that she slipped and fell. The contents of the bucket spilled all over her.

Everything happened like a slapstick comedy.